“You have a great cock,” she said, still looking down.
“Okay,” I accepted without anyway of knowing otherwise. She kept staring at it and I couldn’t stop how it grew harder still, slowly working its way upwards inside my loose, baggy shorts. If she hadn’t stolen all my underwear, my boxer briefs would have kept it pressed tightly against my body. I don’t believe anything could have stopped me from getting hard, but wearing underwear might have helped keep the change to myself.
“Come here,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling us farther into the woods, past some brush, until she pressed me backwards against a fat tree. She deftly worked the button and zipper on my shorts, gravity dropped them around my ankles and she grabbed my nakedness. “Still feel as if you have a choice?”
“Yes,” I said. I might not be able to dismiss my hard-on, but I was physically stronger than her. I could brush away her hands. I could push her away from me. I didn’t have to let her do anything to me, except I didn’t stop her. Why should I? I wanted this as much as she did.
“Fuck, I love how you feel,” she said, looking between us and staring at her hands gripping my hard cock and balls. My eyes followed hers, watching her tiny hands as she caressed me. We weren’t very far away from camp and what we were doing felt risky and dangerous. What if someone decided to go for an early morning stroll? I pushed away the thought, sure we would either see or hear anyone or maybe I didn’t care. It was the second of those two.
“I love how excited men get because you can really see it. A guy can’t fake or hide it. You either are excited and want it or you’re not, you know? I nodded without the questioning look. “Can you keep a secret?”
“What do you think?” I asked, caressing her chest, rocking one of her stiff nipples between my finger and thumb. Her nipple felt as hard as my prick.
“How you feel right now is how Holly makes me feel.”
“Okay. She makes me feel this way, too. Both of you do.”
“But you’re a guy.”
“Yeah,” I acknowledged, knowing I was missing something, but not what that could be.
“I love dick. I mean, a lot,” she said. I nodded, whether she noticed me doing it or not. I knew her reputation and I had witnessed her instructions to Holly yesterday. A girl doesn’t understand a man that well without some hands on experience. “It’s why it’s sort of okay for me that I love your dick, too. I know it’s wrong because you’re my brother and everything, but I don’t really care. It’s not like we’re going to get married to each other or start dating or anything, is it?”
“Right,” I agreed. Maggie was rambling, which was something new for her.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything, right?” she asked, receiving another nod from me. “So why does messing around with Holly make me feel so funny and this doesn’t?”
“Because she’s a girl?”
“Maybe,” she said, still playing with me. “I like kissing Holly.”
“Me too.”
“I like it a lot. Is that wrong?”
“Is this?”
“Yes,” she giggled. “Can we fuck?”
“Not here,” I said, feeling too close to camp for something like that.